Straight Men Taming

Chapter 11 Let Me Compensate You

The voice in my heart kept asking Song Zhe, so flustered that he didn't dare to meet Wang Cheng's eyes.

Don't like it or don't like it, you can't repeat the same mistakes.

Song Zhe shook his head quickly, trying to get rid of this weird thought, but he forgot that he was suffering from a hangover headache now, and shaking his head made the pain worse.

He stretched out his hands and continued rubbing his temples, pulled the stool and sat down, picked up the buns and stuffed them into his mouth.

Wang Cheng served Song Zhe a bowl of millet porridge, and asked with concern, "What's wrong? You have a bad headache?"

"Well, I'm getting older, that's it." Song Zhe didn't want to look up at Wang Cheng, so he took the bowl and continued to eat.

Wang Cheng also sat down and began to eat breakfast. After thinking about it, he still said: "You lie down on the sofa after eating later, and I'll massage your head when I clean up."

"Ah?" Song Zhe looked up at Wang Cheng in surprise, a mouthful of porridge stuck in his throat, "cough cough cough cough..." Song Zhe was so choked that his face flushed and he kept coughing. Wang Cheng quickly took out a tissue and handed it to him. He wiped away the sprayed soup on the table.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Zhe finally recovered his breath, waved his hand in apology, and wiped his mouth with a paper.

Wang Cheng didn't mind touching his head, and said with a smile, "It's okay, eat slowly."

Song Zhe finished the meal awkwardly, and wanted to flee back to his room and stay there.

However, Wang Cheng pulled his wrist, looked at him gently and said, "Go and rest on the sofa, I'll come over after cleaning up."

These eyes were full of bewitching magic power, Song Zhe couldn't utter the words of refusal, he could only sit awkwardly on the sofa, blushing, waiting for Wang Cheng like a little wife.

When Wang Cheng came out of the kitchen, he was amused when he saw Song Zhe's appearance. He walked over and sat beside him and said, "What's the matter, it looks like a big girl wants a bridal chamber."

"Bah, bah, bah," Song Zhe didn't know how shy his face was, and complained in his heart that Wu Xiaoxin, Zhu Zhuzhu, and Wang Ya were all to blame!It's okay, what can I say, it's causing him to be completely abnormal now!

"Come on," Wang Cheng patted his thigh, looked at him and said, "Lie on my lap, and I'll massage your head for you."

"Ah?" Song Zhe asked in embarrassment: "Still lying on your lap?"

"Otherwise?" Wang Cheng asked teasingly: "Otherwise, I will carry you to the bed and press?"

"No, no, no, no need." Song Zhe quickly waved his hands to refuse, and slowly lay down on Wang Cheng's lap.

Wang Cheng's body is warm, and Song Zhe seems to be able to feel his breath through every pore. It smells good and clean, which is unique to Wang Cheng. This makes Song Zhe's heart almost jump out. Wang Cheng didn't dare to move his legs.

Wang Cheng was still smiling, and pressed his fingers on Song Zhe's temples. His strength was very moderate, and the comfortable touch made Song Zhe gradually relax.

This feeling of being surrounded by Wang Cheng's breath made Song Zhe feel at ease, and felt a little drowsy.

"Are you comfortable?" Wang Cheng asked softly.

"Well, it's very comfortable." Song Zhe closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice.

"After that, I'll help you press it all the time." Wang Cheng lowered his eyes and looked at Song Zhe carefully. His slender eyelashes, straight nose bridge, and thick eyebrows, he thought Song Zhe was good-looking before, and now he has more taste .

"Okay," Song Zhe smiled sweetly, and burrowed into Wang Cheng's belly again, and was about to fall asleep.

Wang Cheng quietly continued to massage him, thought for a while and said, "Xiao Zhe, I want to discuss something with you."

"Hmm." Song Zhe was so sleepy that he could only make a single sound.

"My company has almost started up. I just took over a project and it happens to be in Japan. I'm going for a week. You can go with me." Wang Cheng asked cautiously.

"Japan?" Song Zhe couldn't open his eyes, and after thinking for a long time in a daze, he said, "I have flown there many times with the flight crew."

Wang Cheng looked at his subconsciously pursed mouth, which was very cute, and smiled lightly: "It's different this time, I don't bring my work, I will go to work on the first day, and then we will play from Tokyo to Osaka, I will take you Go to Hokkaido to soak in hot springs and ski, and go to Mount Fuji to watch the sunrise.”

Song Zhe was half asleep and half awake and didn't know if he heard it, so he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

Wang Cheng pressed him for a while, and didn't stop until his hands were sore. Worried that he would catch a cold, he pulled the blanket on the sofa to cover him, brushed Song Zhe's hair with his fingers, and took out his mobile phone to watch the latest project quietly dynamic.

Song Zhe woke up after sleeping for two hours. Seeing that he was still lying on Wang Cheng's lap, he got up a little embarrassed and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry, it hurts your leg."

"It's okay." Wang Cheng stood up, raised his leg, and said with a smile, "It's just a little numb."

Damn, Song Zhe complained in his heart, your legs are numb and you don't know how to wake me up, hum.

"Cough," he coughed dryly, "Thank you for pressing my head, I'm going into the room." After speaking, Song Zhe wanted to leave quickly.

"Xiao Zhe," Wang Cheng called to stop him, "Come with me to Japan, I've already booked a ticket."

Song Zhe turned to look at him in surprise, saw a serious look on his face, and asked in surprise, "How did you decide? Where did you get my ID number?"

"Just now, when you fell asleep, you found your wallet from your bag in the living room. It contained your ID card." Wang Cheng smiled lightly, without any anxiety about doing something bad.

"Damn! You are committing a crime!" Song Zhe said angrily.

"You can ask for annual leave from the unit. The time is set to leave on the first of next month, and you have plenty of time to prepare." Wang Cheng stared at him, as if he was sure that Song Zhe would not refuse.

However, the arrogant little Song Zhe was very upset!

"I refuse!" This was the nth time Song Zhe yelled at Wang Cheng these days.

"But the ticket has already been booked." Wang Cheng continued to work on his laptop, ignoring Song Zhe's anger.

"Then back off!" Song Zhe continued to roar.

"Xiao Zhe," Wang Cheng sighed, and looked up at him: "Why do you not want to go so much?"

"Because...because..." Because I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself and rape you!

Of course, Song Zheshi would not just say that, so he thought about it, and finally came up with an excellent excuse: "Because I have been there many times, and as a successor of socialism, it is wrong to defect to the embrace of fascist imperialism!"

"Pfft..." Wang Cheng originally picked up the cup to drink water, but when he heard Song Zhe's words, he almost spit out the water from his mouth, so he swallowed it quickly, held back his smile and said solemnly: "But I was planning to go shopping in Ginza I was shopping, and I heard that the Chanel flagship store has a limited edition men’s bag in Tokyo for the season.” He paused, pretending to sigh and said, “But since you’ve decided, forget it, I’ll refund the ticket.” He picked up his phone and was really going to call to refund the ticket.

"Don't," Song Zhe was in a hurry, grabbed Wang Cheng's hand on the phone, squeezed it for a long time before pursing his lips and said, "That... there is really a Tokyo limited edition..."

"Hahahahaha," Wang Cheng couldn't help laughing anymore, he wanted to hold Song Zhe in his arms tightly, but in the end he just pinched his face and said, "Of course, you are richer than me, aren't you?" Do your research, it’s winter now, and brand stores should release limited editions for the season.”

Being pinched by Wang Cheng, he was a little unspeakably throbbing, but he was a little annoyed by his smile: "Oh, don't pinch my face, I know, I know, go, go, can't I go? Tomorrow, I will report to the unit for annual leave."

"Okay," Wang Cheng said, then turned around and started working on the computer.

Song Zhe hid in the room by himself, rolling around on the bed, unable to calm down.

As soon as he thought of going to Japan with Wang Cheng to be alone in a room, he couldn't stop thinking of indescribable scenes. He buried his face in the pillow, and cursed himself: Smelly, shameless!

After Song Zhe asked for leave, Wang Cheng also processed visas for the two of them.

Song Zhe's potential as a GAY burst out. He bought it on Taobao, and then took Wang Cheng to the supermarket to buy it. If it wasn't enough, he went to the mall to buy it.

After buying a lot of things and carrying them home, Wang Cheng put them on the ground, panting heavily.

That guy who only cares about buying, buying, and buying is really cool. Poor him, who is following behind to get things, is almost exhausted.

Song Zhe said, "Thanks for your hard work," and sat on the ground, got into the newly bought things and began to tidy up.

Wang Cheng ignored him, poured a glass of water and returned to his room to continue working.

Song Zhe fiddled with it for a long time, and finally sorted out everything he needed and what Wang Cheng needed.

Including cosmetic travel packs, shampoo and bath travel packs, bath towels, travel slippers, small jars of styling water, travel toothbrushes and toothpaste, and even hair removal cream.

When Wang Cheng came out to pour water, he saw this pile of things and felt his head ache, so he asked, "Is it worth buying so much?"

"Hmph," Song Zhe glared at him dissatisfiedly with his mouth pouted: "Why can't you use it? I even prepared everything for you! You don't even come to help!"

"Hey," Wang Cheng smirked, "I think you're enjoying the process, and you don't need anything from me, but..." He looked at these items carefully at this time, and asked suspiciously: "These travel shampoos and Toothbrush and toothpaste, I remember you had it before, you have to bring it to work, right?"

"It's different!" Song Zhe ignored him, too lazy to waste words with this straight man.

"Why is it different?" Wang Cheng knelt down, picked up a travel toothbrush and looked carefully, but he really didn't see any difference.

"It's just different!" Song Zhe snatched the toothbrush from Wang Cheng's hand, picked up a large pile of things that had been sorted out, and carried them back to his room with a shake.

After closing the door, Song Zhe spread these things out in the room, put them into the suitcase one by one, and snickered.

He wouldn't tell Wang Cheng that he always picked the couple's style when he bought it, but that idiot straight man would definitely not understand.

About his own little selfishness.

On the day of departure, Song Zhe dragged an oversized suitcase by himself and prepared an empty suitcase.

Wang Cheng, who had only packed a small suitcase, saw that he could barely move it, reached out and took the suitcase in his hand, and said with a joke, "Just go for a week, why do you have so many things?"

Song Zhe wiped the sweat from his brow, took a breath and said: "I'm exhausted, you know what a fart. I'm prepared for any danger!"

"Then what is this empty box used for? Pack it yourself and ship it back?" Wang Cheng pointed to the empty box in Song Zhe's hand and asked helplessly.

"No shopping, no shopping. If I go to Japan with you, I can't go to Huajie to buy male public relations. I can't buy it?" Song Zhe pouted dissatisfiedly, and said arrogantly.

"Huh?" Wang Cheng couldn't help laughing out loud: "You still want to go to male public relations?"

Song Zhe rolled his eyes at him, especially looked down on him and said, "Don't you know that Japanese male publicists are all top-notch!"

Wang Cheng laughed so hard that tears were about to come out, he shook his head and said, "I really don't know about this, if you go, bring me to open your eyes, let me be in the light of Young Master Song, and see the corruption of capitalism."

"Bah, bah, bah!" Song Zhe glared at him, and pushed him to go out quickly, "Let's go, catch the plane!"

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